62. The loneliness of the winner
When sending troops, Yan Xi predicted that Wei would be captured in about a year and a half.
Man is not as good as God. No matter how brave and powerful he is, after all, he cannot predict the ever-changing situation on the battlefield in detail. The trump cards in the hands of the Emperor of Wei were revealed one after another in front of Yan Xi, while behind him he treated his son as a fool.
The Emperor of Yan who used the universal pill had to wait for Yan Xi's urging every time before he knew how to send food, supplies, troops, and generals.
He thought that his seventh child could do it himself, so he didn't worry about it at all.
How can there be such a fight?
However, even with such inherent shortcomings, Yan Xi still seized every favorable opportunity and fought all the way from the border to the capital of Wei State in the southwest corner. However, the time it took greatly exceeded expectations. When
When Yan Xi personally planted the Yan State's flag in the Wei State Palace, five years had passed since the day he ordered the general to leave the capital.[
It was raining lightly in the sky. After five years of military campaigns, Yan Xi became a little more calm, but the bloody and murderous look in his black eyes was even stronger, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.
On the day the city was destroyed, Yan Xi changed out of his battle armor. He was still dressed in civilian clothes, dressed as a scholar, with a soft black sword clasped around his waist like a belt. If he hadn't suppressed his murderous aura, no one would have.
I believe that this handsome young man is the feared murderer Yan Xi.
The soldiers cheered outside the city, it was over, it was finally over.
They can go home.
Yan Xi raised his head and looked at the silver-gray sky. The fine raindrops wet his face, washing away the unconcealed fatigue and inexplicable emptiness.
He was obviously victorious, but why, there seemed to be a large empty space on the left side of his chest.
"Sir, the army is ready." Jiuding came to report on his horse, with excitement in his eyes.
Yan Xi's face was expressionless, his eyes still fixed in mid-air, too lazy to move.
"Sir, the lady is still at home waiting for you to return." Jiuding said softly. Yan Xi's expression made him feel very uneasy, as if he was drifting away from reality, as if he was about to float into the distant sky.
Yan Xi turned his head and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he had regained his previous indifferent expression. Although he still had an unapproachable expression, at least it would no longer be the same as before, as if he was about to fly away at any moment.
Never look back.
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Chapter completed!